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About Milan

Ey, so I'm sittin' here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Gabagool? Ova here! Like, what’s the deal with ‘em? Ya know, I’m a guy who’s seen some shit, but whores—they got layers, fam. Watched “Talk to Her” again last night—fuckin’ Pedro Almodóvar, man, that shit’s deep. Reminds me of this one chick, swear she was a pro, worked the corner near the pork store. Ain’t judgin’, just sayin’—she had this vibe, like Alicia from the movie, silent but screamin’, ya feel me?

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She writes, 'I have no money and my parents call me a whore. No one will marry me. Vittorio left me because he said he was engaged to the most beautiful.

First off, I hit up Via Garibaldi. You know, the main street? It was packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I’m just trying to get my morning espresso at that little café, Bar Centrale. The barista, Marco, is a legend. He knows my order by heart. But today? He’s fumbling like a rookie! I’m like, “C’mon, Marco! I need my caffeine fix!”

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